After exchanging greetings, Hakuya led the construction team toward the pasture.
"Moo~"
Seeing the familiar figure, the Miltank, who were leisurely sunbathing, raised their heads and called out to their Trainer.
At this moment, a gentle breeze brushed past, and the lush, tender green grass rippled like layered ocean waves, carrying a refreshing fragrance.
"This really is a land of abundance—"
Seeing this, Kimura, who was directing the construction workers and Machamp behind him to start moving materials, couldn't help but sigh in admiration.
After the location for the Miltank shelter was confirmed at the junction of the pasture and a clear stream, dozens of muscular Machamp began unloading timber, stone, and bags of what looked like cement from the truck.
Digging pits, laying foundations, setting up beams... with the help of Pokémon, the speed of construction was visibly much faster than in his previous world.
Aside from building the shelter, a portion of the workers and Machoke teamed up, carrying logs to install fences around the farm.
"Tinkatink, how about I find some work for you?"
On the side, seeing Tinkatink full of resentment because she hadn't been assigned any work, Hakuya made a suggestion.
"Tinka~?"
Hearing this, the previously irritable Tinkatink suddenly raised her head, her eyes lighting up.
Re... really?
"Of course. The farm really needs your help."
Seeing this, Hakuya couldn't help but rub the little one's head.
Honestly, he was thinking about how to abduct this wild Tinkatink.
"Tinka~"
Being covered so gently by that large hand, this violent pink-haired lolita was clearly a bit flustered.
"Tinka!"
Finally, for the sake of the employer, the Tinkatink gripping her giant hammer decided not to swing it around and smash things like she would with those other guys.
She subconsciously squinted her eyes in happiness, convincing herself in her heart.
While the little one was immersed in his superb head-patting technique, Hakuya looked at the construction team captain who was starting work and asked:
"Mr. Kimura, do you have any spare wooden planks? I plan to take some and repair the wooden cabin with Tinkatink."
Because of the heavy rain over the past few days, the ceiling of the wooden cabin where Hakuya and the others lived seemed a bit loose, and there were even signs of leaking.
Plus, since he hadn't saved enough money to build a farm villa yet, he felt it was better to properly repair it.
Conveniently, this Tinkatink who loved craftwork could help out.
"Yes, just take those over there directly."
Hearing Hakuya's inquiry, Kimura put down the saw he was preparing to use and pointed to the items being carried from the truck by Machop and Machamp.
There were several bundles of wood pre-treated for waterproofing and rot resistance, a ladder long enough to extend, and scattered nails—just enough to meet the farm owner's needs for reinforcing the dilapidated cabin.
"Come with me~"
After gathering the materials, Hakuya looked at the eager Tinkatink and smiled.
"Tinka~"
The first step of the repair was to reinforce the roof.
Because it was a slightly old style and had been lived in for many years, it wasn't convenient for Hakuya to go up with Tinkatink. He had to stand on the ladder propped against the eaves to give instructions.
"Tinka~"
Tinkatink, trying this for the first time, was clearly excited, curiously looking at the wooden planks laid on the roof and the nails shining under the sun.
"Here, first pry up the planks that look moldy or rotten and replace them with new ones. Glue them with wood glue, then nail them down."
"Don't miss the chimney area. If there are gaps, remember to plug them... nail a few planks on both sides as diversion channels to guide the rainwater away..."
"Oh right, remember not to use too much force with your hammer, or you'll smash everything."
Standing on the ladder, Hakuya observed the situation for a bit and gave instructions.
"Tinka~"
This little one seemed to be naturally gifted; with just a few words, she showed the demeanor of a master smith.
Watching Tinkatink wield the hammer like a blur, Hakuya nodded with satisfaction.
"Then you work here, I'll go down first."
After confirming there were no problems, he climbed down the ladder step by step, planning to work inside the house.
Besides the roof, the inside of the house couldn't be ignored.
Diagonal bracing for reinforcement, and the bathroom door that was tottering due to too many "orgies"... Hakuya also prepared materials, taking the saw and hammer he swiped from the construction team to start repairs.
"Little Master..."
While the Trainer was still nailing planks, a soft, seductive female voice suddenly came from behind.
Hakuya turned around, only to be tackled by the soft, voluptuous, and ripe Mienshao.
"Wai... wait a minute... I haven't finished..."
The Trainer wailed as he watched the wooden door, hammer, and nails drifting further away from him.
Only then did he remember an informal rule within the wooden cabin.
Never expose your back to the Pokémon girls alone, because they really will sneak up and pounce on the defenseless Trainer.
In the next second, before Hakuya could even struggle, his face was buried in soft, full snowy whiteness. Like a roaring "big car," the kimono-clad mature woman expertly undid her hem. Her voluptuous, ripe giant buttocks slammed down, her soft, seductive snowy flesh shaking violently as she firmly sucked onto that burning heat.
The already loose lavender kimono became a complete burden and was roughly pulled to her waist by Mienshao, revealing the plump snowy breasts that were meaty from years of martial arts training but now shaking frantically with lust. Hakuya let out a low growl. He gripped his meat-rod—which had become hideous and thick due to [Psychic Boost]—and aligned it with the flower path entrance that was already muddy with arousal and dripping crystalline honey. With a sudden sink of his hips, he ruthlessly drove all the way to the hilt!
"Ah-ha—! So comfortable... Little Master... you're going to poke me broken... mmm-mngh!"
Mienshao's long, powerful legs locked tightly around Hakuya's waist. The [Path of Martial Arts] vessel inside her seemed to come alive; layers of soft flesh frantically sucked on every sensitive inch of the intruder, creating loud, lewd "glug-glug" squelching sounds. Hakuya sprinted madly within that furnace-warm tight hole. Every heavy impact hit her cervix directly, causing the kimono-clad mature woman's body to convulse violently. Her plump, meaty buttocks slapped against the wooden floor with a dull, rhythmic thwack-thwack sound.
Under the influence of the [Combat Suppression] attribute, Hakuya's offensive desire was stimulated to the extreme. His large hands dug firmly into Mienshao's soft, bouncy peach-buttocks, leaving several ambiguous red marks. He thrust frantically between her sweat-soaked, white long legs, bullying this usually mature and steady older sister until her mouth fell open in a daze, her emerald eyes scattering into an Ahegao expression.
Even though Mienshao had been "broken in" by Hakuya many days ago, her tightness still exceeded his imagination.
Tinkatink, who was still hammering planks on the roof, paused her hammer, slightly confused.
Pressing her ear closer, bursts of clap-clap-clap sounds seemed to be coming from inside the house. The frequency and intensity were even greater than her hammering nails into the wood.
The little one swallowed subconsciously, suddenly feeling a sense of admiration in her heart.
Even she was getting a bit tired of this boring plank-nailing work, but the Trainer inside persisted, even sounding like he was getting stronger as the battle went on.
"Tinka!"
With that thought, flames ignited in the little one's beautiful eyes, filling her with fighting spirit again.
If the employer was working so hard, how could she lose?
Suddenly, Tinkatink raised her big hammer and resumed her diligent work.
By the time Hakuya finished plowing Mienshao and repairing the small wooden cabin, good news came from the pasture—the shelter for the Miltank was complete!
Hearing the news, the farm owner stood at the door of the shelter built from wood and stone, looking inside.
The fresh scent of cedar mixed with the cold aura of bluestone hit his face.
On the far left of the shelter, the feeding trough carved from a whole slab of rock still showed chisel marks, and the slightly sloped bottom allowed feed to slide automatically toward the drainage outlet to prevent molding.
On the west side, a stone water trough was installed so the Miltank could drink whenever they were thirsty. In the middle of the two troughs, low wooden fences separated the bedding area, which was filled with thick, dry straw.
"Looks pretty good—"
Hakuya couldn't help but sigh in admiration.
At this moment, the workers and Machoke who had finished building the perimeter fences also gathered here with their tools, carrying the remaining timber and stone to the truck nearby.
"Alright. If you need anything else next time, please contact us anytime."
Seeing the satisfied look on the farm owner's face, team leader Kimura laughed heartily and led the workers and Pokémon away from the farm.
It had to be said, construction speed in the Pokémon world was fast; they finished the job in less than half a day.
Watching their retreating figures, Hakuya thought to himself.
On the other side.
Following the faint footprints in the forest clearing, the cute Alcremie had embarked on a journey to find her stolen mushrooms.
"Creme~"
Passing through the winding farm paths and realizing the trail had gone cold, the little one looked up, and a slightly dilapidated wooden cabin came into view.
Gotcha, you nasty mushroom thief!
Alcremie made up her mind and decided to swagger in through the window.
"Creme!"